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The cloud mixed with the sandstorm with an extremely low temperature. In an instant, the ambient temperature dropped again, and the cold current swept everything along with the storm. The moment Xia Ren and Yi Zhiyu came into contact with it, a layer of hoarfrost covered the skin, Sweat glands, hairs, and even the eyes are frozen.

The heart is beating wildly, but the blood vessels on the surface of the body are contracted together, and the blood with heat is restricted to flow in the internal organs and the brain, ensuring that the main functions of the body are not affected. In order to resist death, human survival instincts have been exerted to the extreme .

However, the factors that can really bring about death come from outside.

Ithaqua stretched out his hand, and in an instant, the wind and cloud stirred, and great pressure poured down.

He crossed hundreds of feet, trying to catch Xia Ren.

The latter, on the other hand, could only watch this scene happen.

"I can't move, there's nowhere to hide."

Xia Ren wanted to struggle with his remaining rationality for the last time, but it was of no avail.

Death is at hand.

So unwilling!Obviously there are still many things that have not been done!

Veins popped up all over Yi Zhiyu's body, his skin was cracked by the cold, and horrific wounds burst open, and blood flowed horizontally.

He was firmly suppressed by invisible pressure, and every movement was extremely difficult, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

But he moved anyway.

lift your right foot,

He didn't flinch,

Instead, toward the direction of God,

Take a step.

The facial features that were almost squeezed together proved the pain and pressure he was under at this time, and his face was so red that it was almost bleeding.

The bones all over his body were making noises uncontrollably, his calves fell into the crowded gravel, and the sand frozen by the cold current was driven by the strong wind, like steel needles, piercing the wounds on his body surface, bringing endless pain. torture.

but,

This does not stop Yi Zhiyu.

His second step was to go out, still facing the direction of God.

Itakua's hand stretched into the sandstorm. His huge arm was like a pillar supporting the heaven and the earth. The withered skin on the surface of the arm gave people an incomprehensible weird feeling. Just watching, the illusion was reborn in front of him, and After watching it, apart from endless confusion and fear, there is no specific memory of His appearance.

He is there, and it seems that he is in a different time and space from Xia Ren and the others.

The difference between the two can no longer be described with any reason. Human beings are simply humbler and smaller than dust.

Even so, Yi Zhiyu still summoned up his courage and stood in front of Xia Ren.

At this time, he has become a blood man.

The chapped wounds all over his body, the blood just flowed out, was immediately frozen by the extremely low temperature, his head was covered with hoarfrost, and blood oozes from his five sense organs, his whole body seemed to be wearing a scarlet armor.

The rest of Yi Zhi's body was trembling violently, and even every breath was suffering.

But he still stands here, before God.

Regardless of paying such a price, he has only one purpose: to bring Xia Ren back to the foundation headquarters.

This is the doctor's request.

The doctor's actions will involve the future of mankind.

Therefore, the significance of this trip to Yi Zhiyu is not just to complete a task, but a heavy sense of responsibility and mission weighs on his heart, making him not allow any mistakes.

Terrible?

Of course scary!

But no matter what the price is, even if it is his life, he will not hesitate!

Itacuana's withered palm was less than [-] meters away from Yi Zhiyu.

For his size, this distance is almost negligible.

Yi Zhiyu clenched his fists with the last ounce of courage.

Even if he died, he would die before Xia Ren.

The palm as huge as a mountain was pressed down, and the booming sound broke the sky, as if the sky had collapsed.

Yi Zhiyu's teeth were bleeding, and he threw his last punch.

This punch didn't have much momentum, and was even a little limp. It's unbelievable that an S-level him could be so weak at times.

Itakua's palm fell at an extremely fast speed.

The unstoppable pressure blew away the gust of wind around them. Before the palms really reached, the sand under Yi Zhiyu and Xia Ren's feet was squeezed to the point of sinking tens of centimeters, and the two of them also vomited blood and had to lie on the Landed on the sand, losing all ability to resist.

The space was completely darkened, and the vision above them was completely covered.

But at the next moment, everything suddenly stopped.

Without any warning, Ithaqua's huge body disappeared.

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, Yi Zhiyu was already unconscious, Xia Ren still had the last trace of sobriety, and staggered out of the sand.

The wind also stopped.

He looked around and saw that hundreds of thousands of tons of yellow sand lost their strength, rinsed and fell from the sky, and returned to the ground.

Afterwards, the entire desert became silent.

The sky lit up a little bit.

Xia Ren raised his head.

The world in front of me seems to be covered with a layer of haze. In the desolate desert, the sky is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, lifeless. Being in it, one can only passively experience the unspeakable fear.

And in the gray sky, a huge human silhouette appeared vaguely, floating with the clouds.

The silhouette is veiled with shimmering light, and it is impossible to see what is behind the veil.

Xia Ren felt that he was being watched by the other party, but this gaze was full of tranquility and peace. Compared with Itakua's madness and fury, they were two extremes.

He suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.